I am 0726, of course this is my number and also my lifelong code.
The planet I'm on is different from yours. It's called Alpha "α". I'm a hunter. There are millions of hunters like me in the world, but there are only 10,000 in country W. The Changping City area where I am located I, the hunter, only have eight hundred and fifty. Of course, I originally had one thousand.
People like us are usually called "ghosts" and "butchers", who just lock our souls and kill our lives.
It's ridiculous that we hunt humans. We are both humans and I am a knife-eater, while others are fish and meat. Well, don't doubt it, I am very proud of it.
This is a digital Internet age, and the transmission of information is no longer a single broadcast channel. Major networks are full of pornography, fraud, violence, and crime is everywhere.
There are also those depressing and disgusting junk snacks that are fixed online, all of which are within the scope of hunting.
Although hunters are paid well, their expenses are also high. The distribution of guns and ammunition is strictly controlled, and the number of people hunted in one night can be determined according to the crime scene.
Of course, this business is also divided into peak seasons and off-seasons. The peak seasons are the end of the year and summer. During the peak periods, there is no limit to the number of hunters, as long as they keep in mind that the crime rate can be reduced as much as possible. The order of hunting is also determined according to the crimes of the prisoners.
Rules? Of course there is, but it has been eroded by capitalism to the point where it is just a decoration. Being there and being useful are two different things.
Nowadays, money is the rule. If we want to bring to justice those extremely vicious criminals who are backed by rich and powerful people, is it difficult to win by relying on laws? After all, a casual meal can buy you a life, so why don't you teach them about human rights?
People like us are the only ones in the world authorized to maintain urban security and are the last line of defense.
As long as you are hunted by us and the evidence is solid, it doesn't matter if you are the president, because it is legal for us to kill criminals, and we only kill people. To put it bluntly, we are just a thoughtful killing machine.
Sometimes you are as tired as a dog. You have to count the number of people killed, and you have to store the evidence of their crimes in your mind. If there is a hole, the wrong person is killed, and all the points are deducted, you may be hunted.
The people who hunt us, we privately call them “exorcists,” yes, we are demons.
After all, how is it possible to kill people and still want to be vindicated? So there is nothing wrong with laughing at oneself as a monster. Everyone licks blood with their swords to make a living. When criminals are rampant, hunters sometimes risk their lives. After all, such cases are in There are only a few cases, and only one has happened in the past two years.
The people who hunt us have a more powerful, louder and better-sounding name than our hunters, "Judge". There are two people in the W Kuomintang and the Communist Party, one is "left" and the other is "right". As the name suggests, the person is selfless and selfless, which sounds good. In Wuyou's words, he is an iceberg monster. .
In Changping City, W country, a high-rise apartment building is particularly eye-catching late at night. It is special because it is surrounded by noisy and shabby shops. This high-rise building looks out of place. This is a rare apartment building in Changping with two stairs. Two households.
In room 3101, under the warm light, a good-looking woman was wearing a bath towel and her long wet hair was sitting on a high stool checking the memos on her phone.
The anger gradually appeared on her brows, and her eyes, which were cold and without any warmth, looked at all the information in the memo seriously.
The photo on the phone is of a man, and underneath the photo are the crimes he has committed.
The words "rape a woman" can sum up what he did. She repeatedly remembered the man's appearance, and then pressed the delete button on her phone.
Then he flipped through the latest training, put down his phone, picked up the towel scattered on the table, and slowly wiped his hair.
After a while, she wrapped her hair in a towel, walked lazily, and opened the refrigerator at home. There was only a wilted banana lying in the empty refrigerator.
She bit her lip hard with her white teeth and muttered: "What kind of suffering is this in the world!"
"Bang~"
He closed the refrigerator door heavily and looked up at the clock on the wall, "Eleven o'clock, still early."
Gululu...Gurulu... Her stomach reminded her at this moment that it was time to eat.
In order to replenish energy, she quickly walked to the cloakroom and changed into a floor-length skirt and a one-shoulder hollow top.
Wearing a black outfit, her hair was slightly curled behind her shoulders. She wore a pair of five-centimeter hollow boots and tied a ribbon on her wrist. The burgundy one was very beautiful.
Her name is Wuyou, and she is the only resident on the 31st floor. After leaving the community, she took a taxi to a 24-hour restaurant. It was time to treat herself to the Five Zang Temple. She ordered black pepper steak and red wine snails, but she still wanted more. Ordered a Chinese meal, beef brisket clay pot rice.
She usually eats a lot, after all, hunting consumes a lot of energy.
"Hiccup~"
She burped nonchalantly, touched up her lip makeup, glanced at the clock in the store, which showed 11:55, stood up to pay, and left quickly.
As soon as she left the restaurant, she turned into a dark alley with a flickering streetlight. Wuyou took off the ribbon from her wrist and tied her hair up properly.
The high ponytail makes her silhouette more three-dimensional, and her heroic eyebrows are raised like an unsheathed sword.
She untied her skirt calmly, and the black cake-length skirt slowly unraveled like a scroll. She quickly folded the skirt and placed it on a broken bicycle.
It turned out that she was also wearing denim hot pants and a one-shoulder top. She looked so sexy and hot.
"Dong-"
The clock in Changping City struck twelve o'clock. Her eyes were indescribably excited and her expression was bloodthirsty. This was her slaughterhouse tonight.
"Squeak~" Accompanied by the sound of opening the door is deafening music. In front of this back alley is the most famous entertainment venue in Changping City, the "Moulin Rouge", the largest all-in-one karaoke, dance and disco entertainment venue.
A young man with a haircut came out from the back door. He had a half-drunk woman in his arms, and his hands restlessly roamed her body, making the woman moan.
Looking up inadvertently, he saw Wuyou under the light. The sight of her long white legs made him lustful, and he impatiently pushed the woman in his arms back in.
"Go, go, brother, I'm not free today."
He also deliberately closed the back door. Seeing his performance, Wuyou sneered in his heart: If she couldn't kill him openly, she wouldn't have to sacrifice her appearance.
In fact, killing openly means that you cannot hunt in front of other people. After all, you are afraid that some people will develop mental illness. Of course, there are exceptions.
Seeing this pervert's behavior, Wuyou's red lips slightly opened: "Are you Chu Hanting?"
The man was thinking about good things, but he suddenly heard Wuyou calling his name. His face darkened, he frowned uneasily and said, "Who are you?"
I saw the corners of the woman's mouth raised under the lamplight, and she smiled coquettishly. The man was waiting for her to answer, and the next words frightened him so much that he ran away.
"Butcher 0726, the prey should run faster, otherwise it won't be fun. 1...2..." In the quiet alley, this voice is nothing more than a reminder.
